Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FOR MY SON, by ROBERTA RINEAR First Line: When you sit at evening time Last Line: Save her own bewilderment. Subject(s): Mothers & Sons; Sons | ||||||||
When you sit at evening time, Solaced by your melodies, Say: It is my father's soul Guides my fingers on the keys. Say: My father's clever hands Were the very first to give Sanctuary -- for a while -- To one, born a fugitive. Say: My mother's spirit, (rain Beating on a tangled wood) Drives me lonely through the dark, Desolated solitude. Say: Her heart was like a deer On the swift, lean hounds intent; Say: She had no gift for me Save her own bewilderment. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LATEST INJURY by SHARON OLDS PRAYER DURING A TIME MY SON IS HAVING SEIZURES by SHARON OLDS TWO SONGS OF PEACE: 1 by YEHUDA AMICHAI THE SMALLISH SON by HAYDEN CARRUTH SARAH'S PROMISE by LUCILLE CLIFTON ANY MAN'S ADVICE TO HIS SON by KENNETH FEARING THE RIGHTFUL ONE by DAVID IGNATOW POETICAL ABSTRACTS: 2. METAPHYSICAL by HAYDEN CARRUTH IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER |
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